The Secret Party

Islinda only realized she had been holding tightly onto Aldric as if he were her lifeline when they finally broke apart for air. They gazed into each other's eyes, sharp blue orbs meeting aroused brown ones, the silence between them speaking volumes as they savored this rare moment.

Aldric lifted his thumb to brush across Islinda's lower lip, sending a shiver of excitement through her body. She suppressed the ache growing between her legs, knowing that this couldn't keep happening.

Breaking the silence, Aldric's voice was husky with desire as he spoke, his gaze smoldering with the intent to ignite her. "If you're going to speak nonsense with your mouth," he murmured, "then do something better with it."

Islinda swallowed hard, her mouth twitching as she challenged him, "Like kissing you?" Despite her outward appearance of anger, her heart was pounding in her chest. "You broke the rule," she accused him.